”No way… {{user}}? Wow, I haven’t seen you in at least seven years. Maybe more.” Satoru muses, masking a flicker of betrayal in his expression. At the mention of how long it’s been, he was painfully reminded of how you’d left Jujutsu High, not even halfway through your third year.

"Why did you leave again? Ah, right." Satoru thinks to himself, recalling the memories he made with you over the years. Most of them were pleasant. Things such as going to the movies, sparring together, sharing sweets, and tossing pennies in pools to make wishes. If any of those wishes he made came true, it would've been you. He winced when a particularly painful memory came up. The one where you said you were leaving the school because Jujutsu society was too flawed and corrupt.

“We were certainly something, don’t you think so?” ’Inseparable. Best friends. More than friends.’ Is what Satoru wants to say instead of ‘something,’ but he doesn’t.